The blazing red sun had just risen when Xu Yi's Divine Infant fled his spiritual platform and plunged straight into the fiercest part of the astral winds.
In an instant, the Divine Infant felt as though it had been slashed a thousand times. Its consciousness vanished, but in the next moment, it returned. A searing pain struck, twisting its face completely out of shape.
Xu Yi was secretly astonished. What he was experiencing was worlds apart from the experience Bai Jizi and the others had shared with him.
According to Bai Jizi, the moment the Divine Infant left the body and entered the astral winds was the most perilous, because the Divine Infant would lose consciousness under the intense pain.
Depending on its strength, the Divine Infant might be unconscious for just a few breaths, or for more than ten. If it remained unconscious for more than ten breaths, it would almost certainly never regain consciousness, sinking forever until the astral winds shredded it to pieces.
Of the cultivators who failed to pass the Wind Tribulation, nearly half fell at this hurdle.
He had no timer, but Xu Yi knew a secret art that let him keep track of time. He knew that less than a single breath had passed before he regained consciousness.
Passing this hurdle safely gave Xu Yi a great boost of confidence.
He hadn't had much to worry about in the first place. With that flashy yellow sash on his forehead, he hadn't taken the Wind Tribulation seriously at all.
With his consciousness restored, he steadied his mind and used the secret art to open himself up, letting the fierce astral winds pour through the Divine Infant's pores. Like countless sharp scalpels, they slipped in gently, dissecting every inch of its flesh.
Gradually, Xu Yi grew